The
night went on without insident. I woke up as dawn peek through the
window of my own room. I hadn't moved there myself, Keith had
probably done so. Birds sang outside, proclaiming the return of
spring after a harsh winter.
The
smell of vege-bacon filled the air, accompagnied by the sweet aroma
of fresh coffee. My stomach roared at the smells coming from the
kitchen, a reminder that I had negglected it all day and night the
previous day.
Despite
it's desperate cries for food, I forced myself into the shower, a
quick look at the mirror told me all I needed to know; my hair formed
a messy mop of greasy knots instead of my wavy not-haircut I usually
ordorned.
It
took a moment for it to run hot, before I hopped into it. Bathing had
always been a ritual for me, top to bottom, hair first. I washed
mechanically not even paying attention to my movements. My mind was
effervescent as the water washed away the hardship of the night, the
worries and the energy that clinged to my being.
I
stepped out of the bathroom right after, skipping shaving and any
form of combbing. Sitting at the main table were the ladies while
Keith cooked the breakfast for the whole gang.
Since
we'd been crashing at the same place, he had been the main guy for
food, due to his self-imposed veganism, he rarely ordered out and
instead opted for cooking. The nice thing was that he was considerate
enough not to impose it on everyone, he didn't mind doing additional
cooking to add non-vegan meals for me and the other people who came
in an on and off manner to this place.
“Morning,
Everyone.” I announced.
“Hey
there. Sit down, I've got your plate ready in a second” responded
Keith.
Camillia
and Nova sat next to one another, the former leaning onto the latter
“Hey there.” they both proclaimed togueter. Cam looked much
better that she had the previous days. Gone were her shrunken eyes,
and cadaveric complexion.
Keith
sat next to me as he brought our plates to the table. Potatoes,
veggetarian bacon and eggs for us, while he had a pancake with a
mountain of fruits and real mapple syrup.
After
a few minutes of silent eating, he threw a glance at the girls “Don't
you think it's time for him?” He demanded to Nova.
“I
think you're right.” She conceded.
“So
do I” Cam added
“Time
for what?” I asked
“Your
innitiation” Camilla reported
“My
innitiation? To what?”
“Surely
you've noted we have some kind of organisation, we think it's time
you become part of it” The blue woman affirmed
“The
organisation?”
“We
all belong to what you can call a secret society. We spent the last
few months watching you. We all agree that this period is over. It's
time you become a true magician.”
“What
does that mean?” I begged for answears.
“You'll
understand later. Come to his adress tonight. At eleven.” she
claimed, scribbling down something on a post it.
Without
any more words the three of them left me there, dumbfounded.
“Guess
I'll have to wait to find out...”
*****
The
day went by slowly, I couldn't stop thinking about what they meant.
What was their organisation? I got the whole magic helping each other
club but there was more?
Finally,
the clock hit 11 and I made my way to the designated adress...
sitting
between an apartment complex and a closed supermarket was the place
I'd been told to go to...
An
empty field surrounded by metal fences that had been closed for a
while. All around the place were keep out and danger signs.
The
construction compagny and the owner had planned to raze the old
building, a library, to construct some more condos. The first part
had been done but the second had never kicked off as both the
constructor and entrepreneur had gone backrupt.
Regardless
of what was here –- or what actually wasn't-- I had to get in. The
fence proved not too hard to climb up as I threw my coat right onto
the barbed wire that they had posted for some reason.
The
ground was completely empty, holding nothing but discarted junk and
an abandoned, ruined trailer. Mounds of dirt held a strong part of
the terrain's size. It was only by exploring around that I found
something interesting. Niched between the trailler and the piles of
earth was a fairly wide hole, going down a good 10 meters. At the
bottom of which was a wooden trap door.
DOWN
BEGINS THE PATH TO POWER
THE PATH TO SAFETY LEAD AWAY
THE PATH TO SAFETY LEAD AWAY
The
words were scrawled on the door. I slid down the hole, it's earthen
edge going down a somewhat managable inclination and touched the
paint. It still felt fresh under my fingers but I knew it wasn't
something I could see with mundane senses. After digging around a
bit, I found the stone structure the door held on to.
So
I entered the underground lair, holding up the small flashlight that
was in my coat, one of the things I'd leaned never to go out without.
SILENT
IS THE WAY
JUST AS THE REVELATION IS
JUST AS THE REVELATION IS
A
small cobble stone hallway was burried under the consruction site,
barely big enough for a man to go through. It turned around
frequently, sometimes splitting into multiple paths. Each
intersection contained drawing of men and woman fighting monsters,
undeads, demons
FIRST
COME THOSE WHO SLAYS
YET THEY REMAIN THE LEAST DANGEROUS
YET THEY REMAIN THE LEAST DANGEROUS
For
a time I walked it, a few times having to back track my way. After
what I presumed was half an hour, I finally reached another part of
the maze.
The
tunnel gave away into a condemned cellar which then via an excavated
wall lead to an abandoned metro shaft. All the way across the maze,
arcane symbols adorned the walls, craffity spoke of events from the
past, on the walls of the subway tunnel a large painting depicted a
battle featuring indian shamans, merliesque wizards, norse
runesingers and Yogi gurus accompagnied by dragons, feys and angels
fighting a battle against a faceless army of foes, all perfectly
identical with one another, fighting with guns and robots.
A
WAR NOT OF WEAPONS
BUT
OF IDEAS AND PRINCIPLES
CHAOS
AND FREEDOM OR ORDER AND SLAVERY?
I
walked down the subway line to the end, a large arrow had been drawn
onto the wall, pointing downward to a ladder. Below the ladder were
massive catacombs, it's pillars contained writing in a hundred
different language. “Order and Liberty conflicts. But the old ones
still conspiries from the outside.”
Drawn
on the many walls were scenes of grotesque horrors, tentacled beasts
devouring humans, chthonic gods rising up, destropying cities,
invisible beings violating the mind of the people, seen only by their
hands reaching into their victim's brains.
THEY
AWAIT
ALL BELONGS TO THEM
A FIGHT THAT CANNOT BE WON
ONLY DELAYED
ALL BELONGS TO THEM
A FIGHT THAT CANNOT BE WON
ONLY DELAYED
I
passed through a double door into a new room, a large circlular room
barely light by two candles on an altar that stood in the middle of
the abyss. As I went, in, my flashlight gave died, leaving me only
with the room's nigh non-existent lighting.
Lights
rose all around me when I reached the center of the place. All around
me, half bathe in light, sending drawn out shadows toward me,
appeared a dozen red robed cladded figures.
“DO
YOU UNDERSTAND THE STAKES OF THIS WAR NOW?” they demanded, speaking
in perfect unison.
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